Yes I am

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and I have always been

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Syllogism II (Notmypresident Edition)

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DT says flag burners should have their citizenship revoked.
Flouting the Constitution is equivalent to burning the flag.
Therefore, DT should have his citizenship revoked.

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Syllogism I (Notmypresident Edition)

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DT says the election is rigged.
DT was elected by a rigged system.
Therefore, DT is not my president.

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Not My President

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“The system is rigged, folks. Believe me. It’s rigged.”

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Resolution

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Lately, I’ve been suffering  — suffering from the aftermath of the recent “rigged” elections. I guess you could call it Post-Election Trauma Syndrome or PETS for short.  Like many, I cannot believe or accept the results: that a man who is unquestionably unqualified to be President of the United States — no experience, no knowledge — a man who uses insults to bully his way into getting what he wants, who is a racist, a misogynist, a bigot, a con artist, a groper and a sexist — in short, someone who, were he anyone else, would be imprisoned for some of the things he’s done –imprisoned and placed on a watch list — that someone like this is going to represent the country I have cherished since my earliest days.

While my stomach is no longer in knots as it was the day after the election, I still cringe, like many, at the thought of what will happen come January 20th. What will become of our country? What will happen to our immigrant communities — Hispanic, Muslim, African, Asian and all those who are not part of that hateful segment of our population — the neo-Nazis, the KKK and all the other hate groups that bomb churches, burn crosses and terrorize anyone who does not fit into their twisted vision of white (or other) nationalism? What about our African-American brothers and sisters who have fought so hard and so long for a chance at equality and who will now face a backlash from white supremacists who are gloating over this victory? What about the rest of our Caucasian comrades who find what has happened unthinkable? We are all in danger no matter the shade of our skin.

And then there are the other consequences — once we get through the initial ugliness — if we get through the initial ugliness. Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security. Will these be eviscerated now that the Republicans are in charge of the executive and legislative branches? Will a woman’s right to choose be taken away? Will marriage equality become marriage subjugation?  And what will happen to the Supreme Court now that, after having stonewalled President Obama’s well-qualified appointee, the right-wing Republicans are poised to choose a right-wing activist judge?

And what of the other unprecedented “promises” that were made by this nasty individual? NATO — the bedrock of post-WWII order? A giant  “beautiful” wall along the Mexican border? The elimination of the Affordable Care Act? And what of things unsaid ? What will happen to unions? To working people as the new regime fills up the swamp they promised to drain? Who will benefit from what, from all appearances, may be the most corrupt administration in American history?

All of this from a man whose claim to fame includes the birthing of birtherism, a stint on The “failed”Apprentice and the proclamation of that most heinous of phrases: You’re fired!   A man whose top advisors, small hands and all,  hail from the alt-right or who spew nothing but vitriol and  hate?

Where will our country be in a year or two? I can hardly bare to think of it.

And so I’ve made a resolution, part of which is to stop attending the news.  Mostly television news but print as well. True, I will still continue to follow the headlines and read those stories that are of importance to me: stories about overseas events. Stories that take me away from the reality I wish to escape.

However, the main part of this resolution is to refuse to call this person, who has somehow made his way to the White House, the president-elect. Not simply because he lost the popular vote but because he is unfit to carry that distinction.

And as for his actual name? I can’t bare to say it.

So from now on, I will refer to this odious individual as Resident-Elect Rump. And after January 20th: Resident Rump. It’s fitting, I believe, because that’s all he will amount to, in my opinion. A resident of a building that happens to be on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. An individual whose rotund backside will occupy the Oval Office.

And, if he doesn’t like it— he and his thin-skinned, reprehensible  appointees — well,then, to quote his very own words: “They can go FUCK themselves.”  A phrase which, I believe, is now acceptable to say in polite company.

 

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A Poem From Garden of Rain

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Sally Zakariya has posted  a poem from Garden of Rain on her blog But Does It Rhyme? Enjoy the poem and explore this very pleasant and engaging blog.

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swimming in the swell of the swamp

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it’s filling up quickly

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What Have You Got to Lose?

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Welcome to the third world
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Resist

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Alienation Blues

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This poem was originally written during the Reagan years. It is still appropriate, I believe.

You invite me
with your sweet talk
with your talk talk talk
you invite me
you say
hey Jose
my name is John but
that doesn’t seem to matter
and you say
hey Jose
mi casa es su casa
and you tell me
with your television eyes
with your magazine tongue
you proclaim
with your corporation arms
with your military eyes
you insist
with your rockets like penises
with your PR like spanish flies
you say
I     love     you
just like that
I     love     you
I     love     you
and you march march
through the room
through the house
saying
I     love     you
shouting
I     love     you
marching
through the town
though the world
screaming
I     love    you
despite the fact that I’m
too old
and too poor
and too ugly
and you say
I    love     you
and I believe it!

Well I know what you want
it’s in every statement you make
it’s in your face
it’s in your clothes
it’s in the way you comb your hair
but I’m in such need
you seem to have what I need
I need you so bad
so I go with you
and I let you fuck me
I let you fuck me
over and over
and you fulfill my need
you fuck me over
and you fulfill my need.

Something is not right here
something is wrong
I feel like a hostage
I feel like an abortion in progress
I feel like piece of celluloid
splitting on the screen
something is wrong here
something is definitely not right.

Well I came home today
and I saw you
I saw you
I was looking through the window
I was peeking through the door
I saw you
you were cheating on me
you were fucking with the TV
putting that goddamn box
between you and me
I wanted to smash it
I wanted to unplug that energy sucker
I wanted to murder that impostor
and you looked at me
with those eyes
with those TelePrompTer eyes
gloating like a drum of toxic waste on the hillside
fuming like a factory in the city
threatening me like an oil slick on the beach
and you said go ahead make my day
go ahead you said make my day
you said make my day
so I left
I ran out with my chains
I smashed a few windows
I set the house on fire
I wrote fuck you all over town

Why are you doing this to me
why are you doing this
haven’t I given you what you wanted
haven’t I given you everything you wanted
well I feel so bad
I feel so bad
I feel so blue
well I got the blues
yeah I got those alienation blues
it’s in my lungs
it’s in my corpuscles
I got them blues in my sputum
I’m blue man
well my name is Jose
but you can call me John
you can call me John
yeah you can call me John
well you can call me alienated
you can say I’m alienated
you can call me blue
yeah I got the blues
and I live in Justicetown
yeah I live in Justicetown
ain’t got no bed
you’ve thrown me out
ain’t got no home
you’ve thrown me out
ain’t got no shelter
you’ve thrown me out
I sleep on the street
I sleep on the bench
I sleep in the doorway
I fuck newspapers
yeah I fuck newspapers that say
I     love     you
yeah I live in Justicetown
and I eat our of trashcans in
Justicetown
I donate blood to
Justicetown
I donate plasma to
Justicetown
ain’t got no car
ain’t got no money
ain’t got no shoes
all I gots the blues
in Justicetown
well something is wrong in–

Alienation
                                               Alienation
                           Alien
                              Nation.

--from deMOCKracy (Plain View Press, 2007)
 © 2016 Mike Maggio
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